Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
I’ve decided I want a man to treat me like he treats his dick. Maybe that sounds funny but think about it. I want him to be thinking of me and touching me constantly. If he treated me like I was his dick, then he would let me make all of his decisions for him. I’d be entirely in charge, and he’d just follow me blindly because of what I desired.
I’d be the most essential thing in his life if he treated me like he does his dick.
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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
So you have a fantasy you want to play out, and you’ve thought about it every which way from Sunday, but the idea is starting to get stale. You are looking for someone to breathe new life into your dirty little sex scene, and lucky for you, you found me. First, however, I should warn you not to get me started; I don’t come with brakes.
If you feed me lines of a sexy or sensual role-play, I will snatch up the idea and run. Twisting your fantasies into my own little naughty fun. Of course, it’s all with the intention of pleasing you, but you should know I thrive when giving life to role-play.
Continue reading “Don’t Get Me Started, I Don’t Come With Brakes”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
It had been years since I’d seen my cousin from California. I remembered he was cute and funny, but it was always so awkward when he would stay with us for a few weeks. Like we’re family, but I knew nothing about him. Around that time, I was just figuring out the kind of power and influence I had over men, and I guess you could say, I practiced that visit, by flexing my skills on my poor unsuspecting cousin.
My parents were at work, and (We’ll call him K) K and I were hanging out in my room. I had a ton of makeup and hair accessories all over my vanity, and as he spun around on my stool, K plucked up a massive hair bow and was turning it around in his hands. “How would anyone look cute in something this stupid?” He asked with wrinkles creasing his brow.
Sweet Lovin Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
There’s a trail I run, every morning before I’ve eaten breakfast, through the park near my house. It’s always quiet, and the same faces greet me every day. An older Asian lady, who does her stretches as the sun rises, and a teenage boy who walks his small pet while scrolling on his phone. The birds chirp their morning songs as we all go about our business. Day in, day out.
One morning, an older man appeared. He sits on the bench where the trail bends near the wood line, reading a newspaper and sipping on a fast food cup of coffee. Each time I pass him, my hand lifts in a kind wave, and he always nods his head with a smile. I can’t even recall when he started showing up, but now he is there every day, just like the rest of us.
Continue reading “To Eat or Be Eaten-The Tale of The Accomplice”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
My boyfriend lay in my arms on our bed, his cock gently being stroked by my hand as he suckled away at my breasts. He blinked those sweet baby blues up at me, and my other hand traced his jaw. I loved watching the way his jaw worked as he latched on. It was our first time regressing him, and he was taking to it like a pro.
He trusted me enough to cuddle in against my warm body and inhale my perfume as I edged his cock. The more I stroked him, the more he started to squirm. Kayla, I want to cum.” He pleaded between kisses against my breasts. Cooed down at him and pinched his cheek.
“Isn’t that cute?” I let go of his cock and folded his diaper over his cock to close the tabs tightly. “But Baby Davey doesn’t always get what he wants.”
Continue reading “Baby Davey Doesn’t Always Get What He Wants”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Tim is a high-powered executive who thinks very highly of himself. Laylene called up my office; she’s his assistant, and boy, is she tired of his arrogance! He is so selfish and entitled! I’m a plastic surgeon who does lots of dramatic transformations, *cough cough* SISSY TRANSFORMATIONS, and Laylene thought it’d knock Tim down a peg or two if we chopped off his eggplant and made a baby carrot of it.
As his assistant, she simply made his appointment and didn’t tell him what it was for. Tim was pacing the room on his cell wSo when I stepped out into the waiting room in my charcoal pencil skirt and crisp baby blue blouse covered by my long white surgeon’s coat. Talking very loudly about mergers and acquisitions. “Tim?” I spoke loud enough for him to hear me over his own voice, and he nodded to Laylene.
Continue reading “Tim Goes To The Plastic Surgeon And Returns As Tami”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
It doesn’t take much to make your tongue wag, but I don’t take any chances when it comes to spring break. A very red, g-string style bikini is sure to catch your eye. Red lips and dark eyes behind my oversized sunglasses, a white hat, and white heels – tall, six-inch heels – complete my look. I pick a pool lounger directly across from you. There’s no way you can miss me. I tan in a unique manner. Legs slightly spread, on my back, one knee bent up, the heel really making everything pop and stand out. Oh, and my back is tilted up on the lounger at 45 degrees so I can watch you from behind the sunglasses. You can barely take your eyes off me, especially that little hint of fabric covering my otherwise exposed pussy as my legs slide open an inch more here, two inches there.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
I love when payday falls on St. Patricks Day. It’s just so fitting. See, legend has it that leprechauns are mischievous little creatures that like to make shoes and store their gold coins in a pot of gold that is hidden at the end of a rainbow. However, that little story isn’t all truth.
It’s not leprechauns who want to hoard your gold, no Sir. It’s greedy little cumsluts like me. I come to you when you’ve downed one too many green beers and lure you into my bedroom. With a promise to let you taste my honey pot, the sticky kind of gold you can’t put a price on. However, I’ll allow you to try. Pull out that wallet and trust me with your paycheck. Pay for my pot of gold, and I’ll take you over the rainbow.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
When he said he craved a submissive brat, I’m unsure if he knew exactly what he was asking for. I’m a good girl most of the time. The other percent of the time, while I’m misbehaving, I simply give him precisely what he asked for.
No one wants to be “Yes, Sir-ed” all the time. How boring would that be? Even if he doesn’t admit it, he loves when I keep him on his toes. For example, I’m not allowed to play with my pussy without permission. Normally, this is an easy rule to abide by; he keeps me pleased enough to respect this rule. But always being obedient, like I said, would be boring.
My Dom had an incredibly important business meeting at work yesterday. I figured this would be the perfect opportunity to “Bratten things up.” So, dressed only in fishnet thigh highs, his favorite pair of heels, and a tiny black thong he’d bought me, I lay in the center of his bed and took a selfie with my hand in said thong. I sent it to him with the caption, “I’m bored. Dare me to disobey you?”